I kick off the asphalt as I please,
                                             Blowing away the scenery around me,
                                             I cover my wheels in flames,
                                             And burn the gloomy world to ashes.
                                             
                                             Back then, when I stupidly took pride
                                             In the number of times I punched with my fist,
                                             I was afraid of getting betrayed,
                                             And continued to run recklessly.
                                             
                                             I won't turn back anymore.
                                             I can leave my back to my allies as I fight.
                                             This is the proof of the flames burning brightly
                                             As I fly up high on the battlefield.
                                             
                                             I make a cheerful joke,
                                             And I hear the laughing voices of my friends from all around me.
                                             I gather my strength and jump out,
                                             And my crimson friends follow after me.
                                             
                                             I raise my voice, leaving myself to anger.
                                             I was always polishing big dreams and nothing else.
                                             I was afraid of becoming all alone,
                                             And I couldn't see anything in the future.
                                             
                                             I won't waver about anything anymore.
                                             I soar straight ahead,
                                             With this proof of the flames burning brightly
                                             Leading me through the darkness.
                                             
                                             I won't turn back anymore.
                                             I can leave my back to my allies as I fight.
                                             This is the proof of the flames burning brightly
                                             As I fly up high on the battlefield.
                                             
                                             Fly high! WILD CROW!
                                             Run about! WILD CROW!
                                             This is the Pride of Red carved into my chest.
                                             We're gonna fly, my skateboard, Yatagarasu!